I must say, World Cups from around 98 onwards have somehow lost that magic for me. I remembered waking up many years ago to a Italian, Roberto Baggio, completely missing a penalty shootout which caused them to lose to Sambal Chilli. Then, there were the exciting colours of blue and white and a happy sun of Argentina that strangely drew me.
Fortunately, there is now someone else I watch the World Cup with and for. She's one big super plus point and makes catching the World Cup with her a most memorable moment to be dearly treasured.
I looked at the Sheep, hoping for a sign, waiting for him to speak. He stares blankly at me. Rather merrily too, I think.
Indeed, it is not easy trying to get the answer to the question on many minds: will it be France or Italy?
what I imagine some experts might say....
Rhos- "I can't quite tell who's who. I'm colour-blind..."
the Sheep- "Exciting! My fleece is with Barthez and France. He's bald, I think he's funny."
Fraz- "Either team winning is fine, I'm just happy that it's an event that brings the world together. I don't think I can watch though, it's at 2 or 3 in the morning. I need the rest after taking my medicine..."
Bak Kut- "GERMANY!!!!!! My favourite colours! Oh, they're out? Already?Ahem..."
Pooh- "I think its its gonna be a tough game. For those who are not very tuned to football language and history, picking a winner between France and Italy is like me trying to pick between french fries or pasta. Yes, it's that tough."
Flips- "Les Bleus!"
Bubblez- "Italia!!! Root for home!!!! Carry me!!!!"
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